I stood naked before the window and watched the moon rise in the sky. My back passage was stretched by the onyx dildo, and I clenched my internal muscles. My c**k was hard and aching. I hadn’t climaxed in hours, and I was in desperate need of release. My hands hovered near my c**k, the desire to spill my semen almost overpowering. I knew a single touch would bring me to an explosive orgasm, and I wanted that. Paradoxically, I was reluctant to touch myself.
I ran a hand through my hair. “A walk in the woods will do you a world of good, my lad,” I told myself.
I withdrew the dildo, but instead of coating it with the unguent and replacing it in my back passage, I dipped my fingers in the rapidly emptying jar, and used them to apply the lotion. I found that spot that made me shiver and moan
